Hotel was sold out.
We found a new one. Again.
Three more hours driving.
Got in past the storm.
Winds rocked us but hotel nice.
Had some tasty food.
Windshield is now fixed.
Yay! We can drive tomorrow.
Right? Right? Right? ... Right??? Right.
Yesterday, I said "What more could go wrong?"...
The crack was once small;
Then it became much bigger.
Our windshield is ****ed.
Waiting for repair;
Places are closed on weekend.
Why did I tempt fate?
Time keeps on passing.
We wait in a hotel room.
Far from our end goal.
Done packing at last.
Everything fit in the U-Haul.
I am so happy!
Three mental breakdowns,
I've had so far with moving.
One more day I swear.
Stayed up all night long
trying to pack our U-Haul.
That's why this thing's late.
Woke up feeling dead.
Still have way too much to do
and not enough time.
Tying rope today.
The knots did not turn out good,
and my hands hurt too.
Long day at the beach;
Chosing to forgo sunscreen;
Now in lots of pain.
There once was a man named Luigi.
He was cleaning his house with a squeegie.
But his house was haunted;
A single Boo taunted.
It gave him the heebie-jeebies.